Nehru’s Kessel Run 2022 Challenge Journal

Wow, that last piece was downright chilling. At least Harry didn't murder everyone who caught on to him.

Guess the Sorting Hat was right about Slytherin House after all....

 

Do Toddlers Think in Pictures?

Kessel Run Week Seven Entry

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Swerr Rot'san'esibi Bat'iscacan't bah Cabovibi G'ekeseit Buvocan'ci: Individualized K'ihn Raszi Ttin'I (Chiss Ascendancy Department of Education Official DOCUMENT: Individualized Family Service Plan)

Nuhn bah Csen'ai: Mitth'Jai'nasolo (Name of Mother: Mitth’Jai’nasolo)

Nuhn bah Ticsi: Mitth'raw'nuruodo (Name of Father: Thrawn)

Nuhn bah En'kin: Cswein'n'I (Name of child: Rhiannon)

Ch'ahe'i: Bav'vzo ch'un'it, ba csihn (Age: 14 months, two days)

Ravri: En'I (Gender: Female)

Buhn Ch'aketeise: Buhn Mitth (House Affiliation: House Mitth)

K'un: Cswein'n'i cart to bav'vzo ch'un'it ch'itmon'o k'eten bah K'on'bah Ch'abcesit Mitth'raw'nuruodo bah to CEDF vim G'esbun Jai'naSolo, Ect'aseo Tsen'sum. Lah cart csavucan'bah sir raszi mah to ch'aoscusah bah ch'a en'rcsoah ror g'enraszu'ibi mah to ch'itkashn buhn mah Hargtay- Simonyi Csihn Tasn'ami Ch'itkashn Buhn. Cswein'n'i tisut can vzo ch'at ravri tisut mohn vim tiscah potty bsarah, na turcah len cart'tusah csei s ch'ahe'i. Lah cart ch'a vuhn- Swerr vdnsebi, vim bohn csei s k'isir vtisehah to bapun bah tisutib vircehi, to vit en'rcsoah en'rt'esah tsuzah sir ch'a nezat in'a ch'ao'cerci rt'avcsi ch'itusbi, von'ah va ch'a buts'o nonverbal ten'hz ch'itusbi... (Background: Rhiannon is the fourteen month old daughter of Rear Admiral Thrawn of the CEDF and Commander Jai'naSolo, Imperial Princess. She was recommended for services at the behest of a teacher upon observation at the open house at Hargtay-Simonyi Day School Open House. Rhiannon speaks in four to sex word sentences and partially potty trained, well behind her peers this age. She is a human-Chiss hybrid, and while this does explain the lack of speech development, the head teacher suggested testing for a level 1 autism spectrum disorder, along with a mild nonverbal language disorder...)


The blank document sat on Che’ri’s desk as she fiddled with her stylus, not really sure what to make of the request. She was a special education coordinator, but she felt that the background was insufficient and incorrect. Formbi had absolutely no business making guesses at who had what diagnosis, she thought to herself, Rhiannon Solo-Thrawn was certainly not autistic, nor did she have any sort of learning disability. Her parents had tested her. Her language and potty-training skills were not affected by the Flynn effect, either. Politicians had no right telling parents what to have their children tested for, that was for people like her who had the correct training experience. She sighed, and made the recommendation Rhiannon not be tested at all. She was a hybrid, being raised in a mix of Human and Chiss cultures. Something that was often overlooked when considering hybrid children were raised with both cultures of the parents.


She was going to highly recommend home schooling for Rhiannon until she was old enough to enter kindergarten. By then, she would be no different from her full blooded Chiss peers.
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Author's notes: IFSPs are used for infants and toddlers with special needs (i.e. autism, Down's Syndrome, etc), and teachers usually make the recommendations for services, or other professionals. Speech delays are indicative of a developmental delay, and an early symptom of autism, but not always. "Thinking In Pictures" was written by Temple Grandin in 1992, and brought autism to the forefront of education, so to speak.

 

Che'ri is right. Rhiannon shouldn't get a special treatment

 

Can Anybody Find Me Someone to Love? Week 8 challenge:

The early mornings before dawn at Camp Kidney were notoriously sticky, and even with the door partially open, held there with two rolls of duct tape and a second-rate mosquito net, Edward the platypus had been quite proud of his handiwork. Not even those idiots in Jelly Cabin could ruin what would hopefully be a good day.

-Can

Anybody find me

Somebody to love?-

Of course, it would be here Chip and Skip would have to wake up, fall out bed, and freak out because there were flies in the cabin. Of course, there were flies in the cabin, the slug brothers stank to high heaven, even with gentle reminders given through gritted teeth.

-Ooh-ooh, ooh-

Wham! Chip and Skip had lost their minds and run into the netting, ruining the bug trap. “Sorry, Edward,” they told him before making for Leaky Lake. Edward smacked his forehead. No good deed went unpunished, it seemed.

-Each morning I get up I die a little

Can barely stand on my feet

Take a look in the mirror and cry

Lord, what you're doing to me

I have spent all my years in believing you

But I just can't get no relief, Lord-

Breakfast wasn’t much better. Finding the way the meal line was disorganized, Edward snuck out the previous night and organized the utensils by shape, size and function. He had been hoping that Scoutmaster Lumpus would stop and say something. He was hoping for the awaited affirmation when Samson wailed, “Mister Slinkman, somebody messed up the utensils!” Edward facepalmed, seriously?

-Somebody (Somebody)

Ooh, somebody (Somebody)

Can anybody find me

Somebody to love-

-Yeah-

Slinkman told him patronizingly, “Edward, please don’t reorganize the utensils, it’s a trigger for him.” “Oh, boo hoo, poor widdle Samson! my mother is on the spectrum to, you know,” Edward argued back.

-I work hard (He works hard)

Everyday of my life

I work 'til I ache my bones


At the end (At the end of the day)

I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own

I get down (Down) on my knees (Knees)

And I start to pray (Praise the Lord)

'Til the tears run down from my eyes, Lord-

Craft time with Cheg McMuseli wasn’t much better. Edwards crocheted Halley’s Comet couldn’t compare to Clem’s macraméd Sistine Chapel. It wasn’t even to scale. Why was it that every time he put his heart and soul into something, the Jelly Bean Cabin trio would show him up? For once, couldn’t he get all the accolades?

-Somebody (Somebody)

Ooh, somebody (Please)

Can anybody find me

Somebody to love?-


-(He works hard)

Everyday (Everyday)

I try and I try and I try

But everybody want to put me down-


-They say I'm goin' crazy

They say I got a lot of water in my brain

No, I got no common sense

(He's got)

Nobody to believe-


-Ooh, somebody

Ooh, somebody

Anybody find me

Somebody to love

(Can anybody find me someone to love)-

During afternoon swim, Dave and Ping Pong were playing songs by Queen, and Edward found himself relaxing. He was a huge Freddie Mercury fan and was singing along as he swam laps alongside a couple of the lemming brothers. Maybe today could be salvageable.


-Got no feel, I got no rhythm

I just keep losing my beat (You just keep losing and losing)

I'm okay, I'm alright (He's alright, he's alright)

I ain't gonna face no defeat (Yeah, yeah)

I just gotta get out of this prison cell

Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord-

Of course, he spoke to soon as Scoutmaster Lumpus came running out of his cabin, ranting about his dry cleaning. Looking for someone to blame, he called Edward out for messing up the order. Edward had said it had been Chip and Skip’s turn, but Lumpus didn’t care. Edward had to spend the next three hours hemming and sewing, while Chip and Skip waved cheerfully from the lake, the order in their pockets.

-Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to tove

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love-


-Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love-


-Somebody (Somebody)

Somebody (Somebody)

Somebody (Find me)

(Somebody find me somebody to love)

Can anybody find me

Somebody to

Love?-


-Find me somebody to love

Ooh

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody

Find me somebody to love (Somebody, somebody to love)

Find me, find me

Find me somebody to love (Find me, find me)

Ooh, somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love (Find me, find me, find me)

(Somebody to love)

Find me somebody to love (Anybody, anywhere, anybody)

Find me somebody to love-

Edward returned to his cabin, utterly defeated and frustrated, why did everyone here have to stymie his good intentions? He was so upset he did not here Lazlo drop off a package for him. Wondering what on Earth it could be, he quickly opened up his package, and inside was a Veronica doll, the one thing he had always wanted!

-Find me, find me, find me-

 

Nobody seems to love him.

 

Circling back to "Do Toddlers Think in Pictures?"

I agree that evaluation of child development should be left to professionals. I'm familiar with IEPs, after working in public schools for five years, but IFSPs are new to me, as my experience with preschoolers is in public library work, and everyone is welcome at preschool storytimes, regardless of their abilities. It sounds as though there's some real life commentary in there as well -- my brother thinks his two-year-old daughter may have some disabilities, and I absolutely support having her tested by a specialist.

 

Today I had some time to read your thread and I am amazed how seemingly effortless you weave other worlds (like the one of Narnia) into the SW universe. Keep up the good work!

 

Thank you, I will.

 

Week 9 Challege: Poem Time

Extra, extra- read all about it!
Republic chief of state charged
With attempted murder, attempted
Prenatal infanticide!

It's the headline heard
Round the galaxy! Friends
close knew Leia hated Imps,
but this? Throwing her own
daughter out a window, takes
after her bio-dad after all.

Thrawn's frost child, his firstborn,
Rhiannon, frail but fighting, weighing
in at 5.2 pounds, crying at the cold,
cold universe. Jaina and Rhiannon
are healed through the Force. Thank you,
Jacen, thank you Anakin, double thanks to
Uncle Luke, Aunt Mara and Grandpa Vader,
too.

Updates coming soon!

 

News brought as a poem. Great

 

I, uh, wow. Okay. While I've met a few adults I would cheerfully toss out out a window, it seems a bit much to do that with a baby. This wasn't a case of Neville Longbottom's uncle doing something similar in the Harry Potter series, to see if Neville had any magic, I suppose?

 

Well, it’s complicated for Leia. She still hates Imperials with a vengeance, and considering what Thrawn did (or almost did) to her family, Jaina getting married to Thrawn and having his child sent her over the edge.

 

"Complicated" I understand.

 

?

 

They were actually thinking of having a poet for the German parliament. Due to your poem I am just thinking what if the senate of the Old Republic had such a poet and later on the Imperial senate & the New Republic...

 

Janet Dendekker, St. James Middle School’s Special Education, had been sipping her coffee as she read over Marcy Wu’s IEP file. There had been a change in her guardianship, and with the recent diagnosis of a level 1 autism spectrum disorder, so she was getting ready to her new mothers, General Yunnan and Lady Olivia, ambassadors from the planet Amphibia. She had spoked to Lady Olivia on the phone, and seemed polite.

She was not expected to come face to face with a tall newt with blonde newt, who blew down the door, and put a metal boot onto the desk, and shouted, “I am General Yunnan, leader of the Newtopian Resistance, slayer of King Andrias, wife of Lady Olivia, mother to the great Mary WU, and GALVINIZER OF THE CAVALIER ADVERSARY!” There was a cough from the door, where Marcy just half waved and Lady Olivia face palmed. Yunnan blushed, she overdid it again.

 

What a way to meet your new mother

 

The first time Faun Tumnus and Jaina Antilles kissed was not under the best of circumstances, they later admitted to their children one evening at dinner. Arthur and Cerridwen asked if it was because their grandfathers were queer, Nathaniel and Elizabeth thought this was going to be another gross kissing story. Jaina and Tumnus exchanged a glance, it was sweet and they continued with the story:

“We were visiting Orieus and Athena, your father and I. Now, I had been in Narnia for a few months and by the time Dad and I had fallen in love with each other very much, but we were afraid and unsure of how to confess our love (That’s gross, Mum!). This was still during the reign of Jadis, so we got over there and Orieus asks your father why we haven’t kissed yet. To be honest, everyone was under the impression Dad was going to ask me to marry him sooner, and they were wondering why he hadn’t gotten the ring. Over dinner, everyone asked me about my past…”

“We know this part already!”

“Hush, let your mother speak!”

“Thank you. Now as I was saying, at the time I was overly protective of my dad and his sexuality, and after I confessed to not really coming from Winch Ester, but from Ach-to and that my father was sexually attracted to men…I have to admit it was a rather large bombshell to drop on everyone. I mistook everyone’s stunned silence, and I called them all hypocrites, and I ran away. Looking back, it was not my finest moment.”

“I’ll say!”

“Arthur Anakin, that’s enough!”

“Your wonderful mother had just dropped a dragon’s egg into our lap and ran away in a huff. Orieus asked me if she always flared up like this, so I left to talk some sense into your mother. By then, it was getting late and I found your mother sitting on a mossy boulder. I asked what in Aslan’s name your mother was doing, she was acting like a spoiled brat, and we needed to get back. She replied she was not going back to dine with hypocrites. I responded we were not, she was the one who stormed off. I explained the reason we were silent was because we were not expecting to be told she was from another planet, and she had two fathers. That’s quite a bit of news to process, and we had not rejected her…”

“So I ask him why he came after me, and your father said – because I love you, you idiot! After that, he shut up and kissed me. As far as kisses go, best first kiss I ever had.” The young hobbits were a bit dumbfounded Dad would call Mum an idiot, but then again, it explained why they always looked like they were about to kiss. Considering that they were all under the age of ten, they thought any sort of parental affection was gross. Chuckling, Tumnus kissed Jaina in front of the kids to make his point.

Gross!


The second time Tumnus and Jaina kissed and really meant it, it was in the gargantuan back garden of the White Witch’s palace after Aslan had taken Edmund’s place on the Stone Table and sacrificed himself, ensuring Jadis’s defeat and Narnia would return to it’s former glory. Before that though, Tumnus had been visited by the silent ghost of Anakin Skywalker, and the faun had not been sure what that particular omen had meant. Of course, Lucy’s brother, Edmund would just happen to be thrown into the cell next to his, and be outed as the one who had betrayed him and Jaina. Tumnus was furious and had made sure to pointedly ask if any of this had been truly worth it.

Being turned to stone and the sensation thereof is remarkably similar to being frozen in carbonite. Both are cold, confining and extremely painful. After the process, many go crazy replaying the memories of what happened beforehand. Tumnus kept his sanity by focusing on his only hope, Jaina. He placed his faith in her and Aslan to keep Lucy safe and defeat Jadis. That was all he could really do.

Being a stone statue (and self aware the whole time) for at least a whole day and a bit is nothing short of pure agony, as any Narnian of a certain generation will tell you. Some had been imprisoned for years, others whole decades, and a handful who had been frozen for the whole century! The only perk to this was that none of them suffered from hibernation sickness, and in its own way, this was a small blessing.

Tumnus was in spiritual agony and great physical pain when Aslan arrived at the White Witch’s palace with Jaina, Lucy and Susan arrived to gather reinforcements for the Battle at Beruna. Jaina spotted Tumnus first and flew to him, Lucy at her heels. Seeing his outstretched from, his face frozen in a scream was breaking her heart. Jaina now knew how her Aunt Leia had felt seeing Uncle Han frozen in the slab on the floor. Running to him, Jaina stroked his face and gave him a kiss, hoping without a doubt, her touch would bring him back to life.

Susan could gawk at this act of affection, grown ups did not act like this. Aslan’s breath thawed the stone like ice under the sun. Tumnus felt the soft warmth of the woman who had waltzed into his life, renewed his faith, brought light, love and laughter, and how he loved her all the more for it. He breathed, coughed, and opened his eyes to meet hers, before pulling her into a deep kiss full of love, devotion and faith. Fingers curling in her hair, Jaina wrapped her arms around his shoulders, allowing herself to feel his warmth, convincing herself he was truly there, the one who held her heart. He smiled at her as they parted, just happy to have found each other again.


The third time Jaina and Tumnus kissed, it was at their wedding. Once the guests were seated, the processional began and everyone filed in, and Tumnus stood at the alter, awaiting his bride. The bride’s processional began, and Jaina was escorted in by Mr Beaver. The kirtle was a soft spring green, and the overgown was a soft, dark blue with gold embroidery. Jaina smiled at Tumnus as she clutched her bouquet of roses, baby’s breath, thyme, oregano, and rosemary. As they arrived at the altar, Tumnus met Jaina’s eyes and gently placed her hands to his lips.

It was now the Holy Man descended. The brown robe was obscuring his face, and as he appeared, Jaina knew who it was immediately. Revealing himself to the surprised gasps from everyone, he explained, “I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and Jaina’s father. Aslan sent me officiate the wedding.” Walking forward, he kissed Jaina’s forehead and pressed her hands and Tumnus’s together.

Turning to the congregation, Luke intoned, “Aslan, bless us and this couple as they prepare to take the next step in their shared life’s journey together. Amen.” Luke began to give a small sermon about how love and marriage was not to be taken lightly. Eventually, it was time for the exchanging of the vows and rings.

“Do you, Faun Tumnus, take my daughter, Jaina Luthien Skywalker-Antilles, to be your lawfully wedded wife, as Aslan and the Force will it?”

“I do!”

“Do you, Jaina Luthien Antilles-Skywalker, take Faun Tumnus, to be your lawfully wedded husband, as Aslan and the Force will it?”

“Of course I do.”

Luke beamed as the rings were exchanged, and announced, “You may kiss the bride.” Tumnus did not need to be told twice. Pulling Jaina closer, Tumnus kissed her deeply, and Jaina let her bouquet drop. Everyone cheered as Luke announced them as husband and wife.


The fourth time, Tumnus and Jaina kissed, it was after Jadis had been defeated, and after the Pevenseys had been crowned. It was now Aslan called them to come forward, and there they stood, holding hands. Aslan nodded to them before addressing the gathered congregation, “Narnia owes a great debt of gratitude to the both of you for keeping hope and love alive during Narnia’s darkest hours. For this reason, among many others, I give my utmost blessing for Faun Tumnus to take Jaina Luthien Skywalker-Antilles as his bride, in a week’s time. My blessings and the Force be upon you both.” The young couple bowed slightly, and cheers broke out as Tumnus scooped Jaina into his arms and kissed her again.

With the formalities over, a fete was held in honor of the young royals, and as the subjects danced and mingled, Tumnus and Jaina excused themselves for some much needed alone time, and there was a balcony overlooking the ocean that would work perfectly. Pulling Jaina into his lap, Tumnus wrapped his arms around her shoulders, placing kisses along her neck and lips. Likewise, Jaina nuzzled the crook of his neck, her arms pressed against his chest. They were so enwrapped with one another, they quite failed to notice Lucy walking out to the balcony.

“Do either of you know where Aslan went,” Lucy asked as she approached them. Hearing her voice, they broke apart and managed to pull themselves together, and Tumnus explained, “He comes and goes as he pleases. One day, he’ll be here in Narnia and gone the next. He’s not a tame lion, you know.” Lucy nodded, that made sense in a lot of ways and sat down next to them. Jaina handed Lucy her handkerchief and smiled, “You’ll need this more than either of us.” Lucy asked about the symbol. “It’s the symbol of the Rebel Alliance my fathers, aunt and uncle helped found. You are now a member, Lucy,” Jaina explained as Tumnus ran his thumb over his fiancée’s hand affectionately.

The fifth time Tumnus and Jaina kissed, it was when Jaina learned she was with child. They had been asea in the early summer, on a tour of the Lone Islands and other territories before heading of the Calormene for a joint summit. She had been ill for some time, only able to hold down bread and tea. Her monthly cycle was late, her frocks tighter.

After speaking with the on board physician, Tumnus nervously approached the cabin he shared with his dear wife. She was sitting in the bed, propped up by as many pillows as possible. Her long brown hair, simply braided, was pressed to her sweaty brow. Sitting on the bed, Tumnus pressed his hands to hers before asking, “Are you well?” Jaina laughed, “I am more than all right.” She took his hands and placed them on her slightly round belly. His eyes widened, and Jaina confirmed the news with a smile.

Tumnus kissed her deeply, they were going to be parents.


The one time Jaina and Tumnus did not kiss was not really their fault. The night was dark and rainy, thunder and lightning peeling away the darkness for brief moments, followed by the explosions that startled livestock and sent small children into their parent’s bedchambers. Arthur was not yet a year and half old, toddling around on his chubby little legs. For a hobbit, he was a sweet little boy and loved by everyone. Recently, Jaina learned she was pregnant again and had finished tucking him in before joining her husband in bed.

Not two hours later, Tumnus and Jaina, who were about to kiss, were interrupted when there was the frightened cry of a toddler standing by their bed, wailing, “Mummy! Daddy!” Jaina scooped his up, and kissed the little fellow’s forehead and sang a lullaby while Tumnus rubbed his son’s back. A few minutes later, Arthur had fallen asleep and wedged between his parents. Tumnus and Jaina lay down on either side, and smiled at the sleeping child. They may not have been able to kiss, but this was worth it.

 

What a sweet, positive way to end this challenge, celebrating high points of not only a relationship, but of the land in which the family lives. The blending of Star Wars, Narnia and LotR is seamless, and there's a particularly joyous tone to this piece, especially after the triumphs over adversity early on. Your writing is quite poetic here, with phrasing that flows smoothly and beautifully. Loved it.

 

a great way to end the Kessel run with a blend of different fandoms all coming together with poetic words.
Congrats on finishing